What She Really Wanted.. by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
What She Really Wanted..
What She Really Wanted..
Was for love to last through dusk, dawn, and twilight.
She really wanted to be told she looked lovely
in the dim, dying light that so framed her face.
To run alone down the avenue,
across the sidewalk,
through a grassy field,
in an empty lot,
anywhere,
without a care.
To wear a dress that was actually too expensive.
To walk into the middle of a crowded street
just to create a line of angry traffic.
She really wanted to know everything
How the sparrow flew so high,
how the angels flew even higher.
She really wanted the chance of unhappiness,
but also the slim chance of unhappiness in life.
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Attendant (WIP) by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
Attendant (WIP)
Another formal interview had been set up. I took my place at the back of the line that led up the steps and through an open wooden door. We were all standing in line to be interviewed in order to become an attendant to the royal family. Everyone was wearing their best clothes in hopes to impress the interviewers. This time, they were looking for five people to become attendants of the royal family. Everyone at school jokes about it. Attendants. It's really servants. but because it's a respected position, we all still try to get it. Everyone, except for me.
I turned around to my left and saw my mother smiling at me from the other si
Dear Mom and Dad,
I figured since today is National Coming Out Day, I should send this to you. I wrote this a while ago not even thinking of sharing it.
What I am about to tell you, you already know. Although, I'm not sure if you understand it or even acknowledge it. Therefore, I feel the need to tell you again and try to explain it a little better.
First, know that this is definitely not the effect of you raising me the wrong way, not dressing me girly enough, the internet, or anything like that at all. I am this way because I was born like this. I was born me, my own individual. And with being one's own individual comes certain as
the days back then were golden or good at least
but that was before these mad last couple weeks
before all was ours and i couldn't ask for more
but i could not have known all that lay in store
for me to find out what you hid very well
that smile i knew, behind doors it fell
but i did not know and rooms don't tell secrets
i was unaware, that to live was your weakness
when we were together, the mask you put on
it showed the good, the happy, you never seemed down
but it shattered just a little while ago
you forgot i was there, but i want you to know
that you had me
i was always there
you walked on by me
but i tried to make it clea
Not Really Parkour by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
Not Really Parkour
Did it seem like a good thing to do at the time? Yes. Did it seem like the smart thing to do at the time? Well, I hadn't really thought that far ahead. All I knew was that it sounded daring. I don't do daring things, but for some reason I just felt the urge to do it. Now in all reality, if we all acted on every single one of our urges, we would end up dead I'm sure. So, maybe that's the lesson I should learn from all of this. But again, at the time, I only had one thing on my mind. And what was that? It was to get to the ground. Means of doing so would be to simply jump out of a second story window. The second story of a buil
Abandoned
Webs collect in decaying stalls,
lights flicker sporadically out in the halls.
The ceiling begins to crumble to the ground,
dripping water is the only sound.
The floor is halfway rotted through,
vines creep through windows up to the roof.
Open doors to small, empty rooms,
mirrors in corners, but nothing moves.
Not much is left from those years before,
But it looks like an asylum now even more.
Perspective 3of3 by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
Perspective 3of3
My feet hit the brick walk one after another. But I was in no hurry. This day was something I would want to remember for as long as possible. This park has been my favourite spot for years. I come out here for every season. Its now fall and I can tell by the way the leaves have been painted over, no longer green. The mass of red, orange, and yellow colours were barely gripping the trees branches. A few fell freely towards the ground. This walk has begun to remind me of falling myself. I caught a leaf out of the air. It looked sad and shriveled up as it sat in my hand. I frowned and crumpled it up, making the lea
Perspective 2of3 by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
Perspective 2of3
I wasnt walking all that quickly, but I was making sure to keep up my pace as well. I stepped onto the brick path in the park and followed it. Orange, yellow, and red leaves fell around me, taunting me. The red ones had the most vibrant colour. I stopped my feet for a moment feeling confused. Then I heard it. I heard the leaves laugh. Those red leaves were laughing at me; they were laughing at me as they fell off the trees like dripping blood. They knew. I stared at the collection of laughing leaves pooled around feet and then suddenly kicked them angrily, shutting them up instantly. The sudden movement of a squirrel th
Perspective 1of3 by identityxXxunveiled, literature
Literature
Perspective 1of3
It was about one oclock and I was walking around in the park. It sits in the middle of a busy city, but remains peaceful. The leaves on the trees fell happily around me, swirling around my feet as I crunched through them. Today, their colours seemed even brighter. The red, orange, and yellow danced about me as if they wanted for me to share my happiness with them. In response I smiled at them and they floated away to visit someone else. The path I was following led me around a fountain. I stood at the edge of it peering into the clear water. A few coins were collected at the bottom shining up at me. Who knew American currenc
As I walked up to the big tree, I found Emma sitting on the bench already with her lunch. She looked up as I approached. I could tell she was going to ask if it had all gone well, so I just shook my head. Emma frowned. So, Demetri, what happened? she asked as I sat down next to her on the bench. Well, the coach has decided to put me first-string, I said giving her a thumbs up and fake enthusiasm. Emma rolled her eyesshe knows my sarcasm well. I mean, I know youre not particularly happy about this, but your dad will be, wont he? Emma pointed out. True, I answered sl